Oliver was wound up. He felt antsy after he made it back to the school. He knew Mystique wasn't coming for him. And even if she did Krakoa would stop her. The schools defenses would keep her out and if she managed to get in he'd be able to smell her, he'd be able to stop her...he'd be able to kill her. It had been seven years since he killed anyone - seven years, ten months, and seventeen days. If he were going to relapse into his violent ways he knew it would be because of that woman. "She doesn't know when to fuck off." He growled as he warmed up.
He spent the afternoon in the gym. Punching the heavy bag off it's chain and wearing holes into the gymnastics mat. He finally started to calm down as he tangled himself in the static trapeze cloth rope that hung from the ceiling. There's was something about being suspended in the air with his leg bent backwards over his head that relieved the pressure. He wondered how a woman like Raven had such a sweet son like Kurt but then he remembered she didn't raise Kurt. Kurt was raised by a sweet, loving gypsy. Taken in by a kind priest - taught the difference between right and wrong. Kurt Darkholme had been raised by Raven and he had been awful. Darkholme and Graydon had been the type of son she deserved. Oliver was forever grateful he never had the displeasure of meeting his older brother.
Oliver let out a deep sigh as he took a shower. He had worked up a sweat in the gym but he still felt keyed up. He was angry about the way Laura had yelled at him. "Bitch." he hissed. They had been through the same crap. Tortured, taught to kill - how dare she judge him just because he was having an easier time adjusting to a normal life. She kept running from it - constantly taking the hard way when she didn't have to. How Logan put up with her was beyond Oliver. How Logan put up with anyone was beyond him.
He put it out of his mind as he dried off. He needed a good distraction. Something to make him not give a single damn about anything— "Kurt!" He gasped when he saw his lover. He wasn't sure why he was so surprised to see him in their bedroom.
"Hey there." Kurt said as he grinned. He looked Oliver up and down - taking in his clean skin. "You look a little tense. Want a rub down?"
"No." Oliver scoffed. "I want to fuck." Kurt chuckled at he blunt reply. "I want you to fuck me."
"Yeah, I got that part." Kurt nodded before he pulled off his shirt. Oliver sniffed the air quickly and smiled. There was something going on with Kurt. He seemed keyed up too. "Are you coming to me or do I have to come get you?"
"I wanna do something different... if you're in the mood for it." Oliver said as he slowly walked to Kurt. He ran his hands up his arms and Kurt flexed. He smiled - no shapeshifter could impersonate that reaction. Kurt did it because he knew it made Oliver smile.
"Different how?"
"Let's be different people."
"Like… roleplaying?"
"Yes!" Oliver answered excitedly. He thought about it for a second before he grinned wide. "Do you still have your priest collar?"
Rogue's eyebrows went up when she opened her bedroom door to find Oliver standing there. It wasn't so much that he was there it was that he was wearing a fishnet shirt with thick black 'X's over his nipples. He tights seemed more snug than usual. His hair was slicked back and as she looked at his face he only had one eye outlined in black liner. "Hey sugar. Need somethin'?" she asked.
"I'm out of liner - you use Mac Onyx, right?" He asked.
"Yeah come in." She said as she led the way back to her dresser. Remy was idly lounging on her bed and glanced up when they came in.
"Hot date?" Remy asked.
"Nah. I'm going to church." Oliver said before he winked at him. Rogue handed him the liner and he used her mirror to put it on so he didn't have to take it with him. "How do I look?"
"Hang on." Rogue said as she searched her other makeup. She cupped his chin before she spread something on his lips. His phone vibrated but Rogue wasn't done yet.
"Remy can you tell me what that text says?" He asked. Remy pulled Oliver's phone out his back pocket and looked at it.
"It's from Kurt… it says 'The safe word is Orange. The incense are lit - come confess your sins'. Come is spelled c-u-m. Damn… Kurt is a stone cold freak. Do you guys just text dirty innuendo to each other all day?"
"Well that and dick pics." Oliver shrugged.
"There, done." Rogue said. Oliver looked in the mirror and grinned wide at the dark blue lipstick she had put on him.
"I love it." Oliver said before he plucked his phone out of Remy's hand. "Thanks." He showed himself out and made his way across campus to where their loft was in one of the south towers. Oliver never had to knock on his own door before but it helped him slip into his persona for the night. He could smell the incense through the door and hear the quiet hymn music Kurt had put on. "Holy shit…" He took a deep breath and got into a certain headspace.
He was a delinquent. Over-sexed, bad candy, sweet and seductive to the point where every movement he made was a flirtatious gesture. It wasn't a far reach from who he usually was when he was around Kurt but he was gonna lay it on thicker than bad porn dialog.
He knocked again. "Please come in." Came Kurt's voice on the other side. Oliver walked in and shut the door quietly behind him. "Have you come for absolution?" He asked. Oliver bit his pinky nail as he looked Kurt up and down. He hadn't known Kurt when he was a legit Priest but damn if the collar didn't fit him like a glove. Stark white again his dark blue skin and his black clothes. "Do you seek refuge, my son." Oliver blinked slowly.
"I've… come to confess my sins. But I don't think you have enough time for all of them, father." Oliver said - practically purring every word as he strut to Kurt. He swung his tail from side to side and played with the long chain on of the cross around his neck.
"Nonsense, I have all the time in the world for you. And so does God." Kurt said as he led the way to the couch. Oliver ran his tail up the back of Kurt's thigh and he jumped. He feigned being flustered and played it off.
"I really hope God hasn't seen the things I've done." Oliver said.
"God sees all, my son and he does not judge." Kurt said as they sat down. Oliver lounged back and smiled.
"So he saw it when I killed a hooker? He didn't judge when I stole to survive. How about when I did illegal drugs and fucked my brother?" Oliver pulled from his actual life - he never realized how horrible it sounded when he took out certain parts. His father had ordered him to kill the hooker. Getting food from a dumpster was hardly stealing. And Daken was only his adoptive brother.
"Anything else?"
"I've been lying to my lover." Oliver said. Kurt's eyebrow quirked up just slightly. "I guess it's what you'd call coveting - cause I think about fucking my brother everyday."
"Oh really?" Kurt asked as he pulled at him collar a little. He glanced at Oliver and all he did was smirk as Kurt let his persona slip for a second.
"Yup, he had this way of plowing me that just… hurt so good." Oliver purred as he slid his hand down between his legs. Kurt played his part well, stealing glances and clearing his throat.
"Is that all?"
"Well I suppose it's been a while since I've said my nightly prayers. Plus I've been practicing magic and smoking the 'Devil's lettuce'." He answered. "My lustful thoughts about you have already reached a fevered pitch and we've just met." Kurt jumped when Oliver got on his knees in front of him. "I bet I can make you cum before you're done reciting all those little 'hail Marys'. How long has it been since you took your vow of chastity?" He ran his hands up Kurt's thighs and actually gasped when Kurt quickly grabbed his wrists.
"No! Resist your lascivious ways." Kurt said sternly. "You should be on your knees to pray, not debase yourself."
"But it's all I've ever known. All I ever want." Oliver sighed as he leaned in for a kiss. Kurt leaned back. It was everything in him not to give in when Oliver cooed at him. There was something about the dark color on his lips. The way he was talking. The way the black liner made his blue eyes look so bright. Kurt held his wrists tighter - he couldn't end the game so soon. It was just getting exciting.
"I've seen your type. No one has ever taught you restraint. Never… disciplined you." Kurt said. Oliver tried to hide his excitement at those words. Was Kurt really going to do what he was implying? "If you can not contain yourself I will have to chastise you myself."
"I want your cock down my throat." Oliver growled as he lounged a little at Kurt. He easily held him back and that just made Oliver hotter. He knew Kurt was strong, he wanted him to use that strength on him but on any given day Kurt was afraid of hurting him. He was endlessly curious as to what Kurt might do if he really got into it.
"You will watch your mouth when talking to a man of God. Show some respect." Kurt warned.
"Fuck God - shove your dick up my ass!" Oliver suddenly snarled at him. Honestly Oliver was expecting a slap in the face after that but Kurt managed to reign himself in and hauled Oliver up. Before he could put up a little bit of a fight Kurt placed him over his lap - trapping Oliver there by putting his arm across his shoulders. "Oh my God…"
"What was that? Apologize now and I'll spare you."
"I said let go of me damn it!" Oliver played his part and struggled a little.
"Surely this will be a truly righteous strike - God works through me, for I am his right hand…" Kurt said. The first strike against his butt actually made Oliver scream. He wasn't acting - it hurt in a way he had never felt before. His body knew it had been Kurt that struck him so it registered as pleasure. He wanted more but he still had to stay in character. Luckily with a safe word in place he could still pretend to resist.
"Stop—AH!"
"No." Kurt said as he brought his hand down again. Oliver tried to sound defiant but he really wanted to beg Kurt to never stop.
"God damn…"
"Clearly…" Kurt started as he continued to slap his hand against Oliver's butt. Even through his tights it made a perfect, loud smack. "Someone has spared you the rod - cause you are indeed spoiled." Oliver braced himself for another strike but was surprised by a soothing caress when Kurt brought his hand down. He took his time moving his hand over each cheek. Gently squeezing and feeling up Oliver's thighs too. "But I know beneath it all is a sweet ass— uh, child," Oliver tried not to laugh at he slip of the tongue. "Ahem, underneath you are a sweet, loving boy… who wouldn't dare lie—" Kurt smacked him hard and smirked when Oliver moaned and arched up for the next strike. "Cheat—" Oliver hissed as the pain ebbed out agonizingly slow. "… Or steal." The last smack was lighter but it still made Oliver's skin tingle. It was almost impossible that he was numb and over sensitized at the same time but that's what he felt as Kurt stroked over his buttocks. He started to knead his claws into Kurt's leg.
"Hey!" Oliver came out of his stupor when Kurt hooked his thumb into his tights and pulled them down. He wiggled in Kurt's lap and was pleasantly surprised to find he was erect. Kurt's cock twitched against the side of his abdomen and Oliver growled. Kurt squeezed him - humming to himself about how soft Oliver's reddened bottom was.
"Hard head makes a soft behind - not from the Bible but a good old adage." Kurt said. Oliver could hear him sucking his finger. "Are you ready to let Jesus inside you?"
"What?" Oliver chuckled. It was cut short when Kurt roughly fingered him. Instead of easing in like he normally did Kurt pressed his thick digit in as far as he could. "Jesus!" Oliver screamed and Kurt actually laughed out loud.
"Oh there he is." He chuckled absently. "Uh, you're tight - are you sure you're not a virgin?"
"Stop… ahhh…" Oliver arched and tried to keep from purring as Kurt roughly prepared him. "Oh my God. Please…
"Are you ready to feel the glory inside you?" Kurt said before he teleported them up to their bed. He dropped Oliver on the mattress and pulled his tights off.
"Please Father Wagner - I apologize for—" Kurt grabbed his jaw tight and growled right in his face. Oliver had never been afraid of Kurt but he felt his blood run cold as the other man seemed to be possessed by his persona now.
"No more lies."
"Ah!" Oliver whined when Kurt's lube slick finger was suddenly inside him again. Oliver thought it was kind of funny he stepped into the roll of a lecherous priest so easily. Kurt pulled his hand back and guided himself in and Oliver keened.
"That's a good boy. Don't fight it." Kurt grunted before he slid his tongue into Oliver's mouth. He couldn't help but kiss back. He sucked Kurt's tongue and leaned up to connect their lips. Kurt's hand moved to his neck and tightened his grip to that perfect pressure before he started moving inside Oliver. He dig his nails into Kurt's back and he howled.
They couldn't keep up their banter. Oliver was starting to think he had bitten off more than he could chew. He now knew why Kurt restrained himself because now he wasn't and it hurt in a way that Oliver had never experienced before. The line between pleasure and pain was already so muddled to him. But now with his freshly spanked buttocks and Kurt thrusting into him as hard as he could Oliver was trying not black out. He thought of screaming their safe word but he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was. All he knew was that decadent pressure of Kurt in him. Assaulting all his senses. Completely breaking him in a way that he was okay with.
"Kurt…" Oliver could barely wheeze out his name after Kurt pulled his tongue from his mouth. He was cumming and he couldn't stop. Kurt released his neck and it all intensified ten fold. He tossed his head back. He could do nothing else as he orgasm slammed through him. He felt Kurt cum inside him and his vision began to blur.
The next thing Oliver could remember was Kurt's worried expression. He was gently tapping his cheek and pressing a cool wash cloth to his forehead. "Oliver can you hear me?"
"Yeah…" He answered sluggishly. Kurt let out a deep sigh of relief. He smiled and laughed nervously.
"You scared me." Kurt said.
"Did I pass out?" Oliver asked.
"Yes." He answered as he checked Oliver's pulse. "I couldn't call Hank up here. Both of us half naked, covered in jizz, makeup smeared all over your face. I figured you were breathing on your own you'd eventually come around. How do you feel?"
"Like the bottom half of my body doesn't exsist. I'll feel it tomorrow." Kurt nodded in agreement.
"My back is already killing me." They both laughed. They helped each other clean up. Kurt was astonished that Oliver wasn't bleeding. "We got lucky. I was definitely too rough." He frowned as he looked at the bruises forming around Oliver's neck. It was half hidden by his fur and his collar but they'd be a lot darker tomorrow. Oliver brushed it off as he put bandages on the claw marks on Kurt's back. Oliver was scrubbing off his makeup when Kurt handed him some pain killers. He took some of his own before they wobbled to bed. "That was good and all but…"
"I still prefer the way we normally do it." Oliver blurted out. "That was a little too intense. Too much to think about all at once." He cuddled up to Kurt and sighed when Kurt automatically wrapped his tail around Oliver's. "Your 'naughty priest' persona is scary."
"Oh yeah?" Kurt asked. "I'll retire it." They both laughed.
"I prefer the regular Kurt. Kurt classic. With that real Kurt taste." Oliver joked as he nuzzled his neck.
"Danke, geliebter." Kurt said. "Gotta admit I rather enjoyed 'naughty Oliver'."
"Ah bon?" Oliver asked as he sat up a little so he could look at Kurt's face.
"Yeah." He grinned. "Maybe next time 'he' comes around I'll just lay here and let him do whatever he wants to me." Oliver blushed a little and Kurt knew he was already thinking about what he wanted to do.
"I don't like this. You know I don't. And yet you're still getting dressed… do you hear me!?" Oliver yelled.
"All of New York hears you, Liebling." Kurt chuckled a little. "And I wouldn't be going if the situation wasn't serious. They are in dire straits. They need every available person to fight this thing. I see you're wearing your uniform too. By the way, you look amazing in Serval yellow."
"Thank you. Do not change the subject." Oliver said quickly. It had been months since Snow called him but like Kurt said it was all hands on deck.
"Oli, we've both been making good on our promises to each other. And I know I promised you that I'd stop putting myself in danger. You were right - I was rushing off to save everyone but myself and yes, that is what got me killed. Ever since I got my second chance I have been really trying to stay out of mutant politics and dangerous battles that might result in my death - despite that fact that it seems that for the time being I can't die."
"That doesn't mean you should fling yourself into anything. I need to research your condition at the Limbo Library."
"Well there's no time for that right now. We'll go together when Red Onslaught isn't about destroy the world." Kurt said as he finished zipping up his body suit.
"Take this." Oliver said as he took off his cross. "I enchanted it. It'll protect you."
"If it's for protection then you should keep it." Kurt said as he made Oliver close his hand around it. "You need it more. God protected me all my life, I need him to look after you this time."
"No offense to God but I've got Warlock's implants to protect me from Red Onslaught." Oliver said as he tapped his forehead. Kurt took the cross and looped it back around Oliver's neck.
"Don't argue. I'll be less distracted in the field if I know you have all the protection you can get." Kurt said. Oliver smiled a little. As much as he hated watching Kurt go off to fight he was certain the older man hated it more when he had to step in as well. Kurt never tried to domesticate him and Oliver loved him for that but he had made it his mission in life to make sure Oliver never had to fight for his life again. Hank had repaired his faulty heart and he was stronger than ever now. If his natural abilities failed him he had his magic to aid him. Convincing Kurt not to worry about him was a losing argument. "Come back here when it's over - cellphones might not work."
"I know." Oliver said.
"You two are giving me cavities." Gambit said. "And I'm all in favor of the warm fuzzies but it's time to go, Nine-lives."
"Je suis prêt." Oliver said. "Baby!" He clapped his hands and the little bamf jumped into his embrace immediately. He turned to Kurt and kissed him. "Be careful."
Oliver paced back and forth nervously. After the ordeal with the Nuclear Football, the masses of people out of their minds because of Onslaught's evil thought waves and internal problems between Warlock, Danger and Doug he was exhausted. But sitting behind the forcefield at Serval Industries was only comforting for two seconds before the sentinels came to collect the brief case. Warlocks implant was keeping out Onslaught's influence but it didn't work against his own troubling thoughts. Baby was fast asleep in Luna's arms which was for the best. If they needed to leave in a hurry Baby would need to be well rested.
He tried to call everyone he knew but the forcefields side effect was abysmal cellular service - if any. Oliver rolled his eyes - Snow's technology paled in comparison to Hank's. There was spotty news of Onslaught being defeated but there was still some kind of battle happening in New York. He put his phone away and laid down on his back. If he couldn't get info he'd have to rest. Oliver closed his eyes and relaxed. Soon the sounds of the sentinels faded to nothing. He thought of Kurt and how he wished he could hear his voice. But the only time that had worked was when Kurt was in Heaven and he was in Limbo.
"Oliver!"
"Ahh!" He screamed as he jumped up. Had that been real? Or had his over worked mind simply imagined Kurt screaming his name in agony. Baby was on his shoulder, chittering in his ear to see if he was alright. The building was on high alert all of a sudden. The forcefield was up but the sentinels were gone. How long had he been out?
"Oliver!" He jumped when Quiksilver was suddenly beside him. "Use your pet and get Luna out of here! Now!" Oliver held Baby tight and bolted. He could smell Luna - it would be faster for him to find her than to summon her to him. She was evacuating the building with the rest of the Serval staff.
"Luna!" Oliver grabbed her and she in turn yanked Georgia back. "Baby, take us home."
They landed in the living room of the loft. Something had thrown off Baby's trajectory - he normally didn't have to adjust for the change in elevation. Oliver got up and checked the girls. His hair stood on end all of a sudden. They weren't alone in the loft but then again there were always Bamfs lurking in the shadows. But who ever it was was bigger than a bamf. "Kurt?" His scent was unmistakable but it normally didn't cause such a reaction in him.
"Guten abend, mein Liebe…" He growled. They all jumped when he seemingly appeared out the darkness in the kitchen. His eyes glowing first and then just the slimmest outline of him became visible. Oliver moved in front of Luna and Georgia. There was something wrong with him.
A/N: the pesky inversion spell…